Yesterday was the first day they were out together. I watched them for a couple of hours and they were fine, so I went to the store. I got back and saw Java looking for me over the fence. I know this means "mom, we'd like to come in now, please come get us".
I start unloading the car fast and getting the groceries into the fridge. I go out for the last bag of groceries and Bandy is waiting for me at the back door like "mom, come quick, Mackie is doing something bad". His head is all the way in the bag in the back of the car, he is making a snorting scarfing noise, his head pops out, I look in and see that he has somehow gotten the whole bag of Ghirardelli Cocoa chips into his belly. Oh for crying out loud, chocolate! I call the vet and ask if it is an old wives tail that dogs cannot have chocolate or true. She says it's true (hey an educational emergency, that's great) and calmly and swiftly gives me instructions on how to induce vomiting so that Mackie does not DIE. Mackie preferred his own method and yacked all over his bedding with a lovely blob of oozy cocoa chips. Nice Mackie. Meanwhile... the horses are running a good clip in the top paddock as I'm trying to run the canine ER unit. I get up to the top paddock, the horses have stopped running and are all the way at the end of the paddock hanging out.
I call them, and bam, they come running like wild little animals to me. Dripping and drenched in sweat. They think this is fun.
Bath time, times two. Sun loved the spa treatment.
Animals. I love them, but one episode at a time please.
They must not be any worse for wear because they are fit as a fiddle, limber and ready for more fun today.
This is this morning so far:
Looks like Java ran off a little bit of her chub yesterday.
And, Mr. Java's Mom found it important that I mention that the Manure Cabana is not an O2Compost design. He visited the site and others, and made many modifications to our design, including the special cover made of some special material, the base material, blah blah blah. I still think it's a cool system. But, now that I clarified that it's not really an O2Compost design, but a special Mr. Java's Mom original, all will be right with the world. That's OK Mr. Java's Mom, you still rule for making it.